Description
The Black King wants his dancing Rose. But the Rose has more thorns than he knows. Will he bleed? Having had enough of a life full of fear and pain, Roselyn and the love of her life, her Harley, ride, away from all she's ever known or loved, towards nothing. She drives day in and day out, hoping to outrun the life she's lead and the nightmare's in her head. Broken and careless, she stops at a club somewhere along the way, hoping to dance her worries away. Unknowingly catching the eye of someone. Someone who embodies everything she needs to avoid, yet never wants to leave. Cold, tough, swift, extensively marred, and deadly. He sees a reflection of himself in his bike, A bike made just for him, made for a king. The black king, Benjamin Renero. Leader of the Phantom riders takes no shit and deals a painful death to those who give him shit. But when a small woman waltzes into one of his clubs and gives him enough sass to kill a cat, he is drawn to her and her endless brown hair, crystal blue eyes, leather jacket, her no-fucks-given attitude, and her Harley. A sleek, badass, bruised, and deadly bike. A bike made for a queen. A queen of the riders, HIS Queen.
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